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Who: Armitage Hux and Maglor
What: Feanorians are terrible parent figures
Where: around the city
When: August 4th
Warnings: murder, torture, etc

It hadn't been difficult to figure out who had been following him for the last few days. He remembered Maglor from the last instance of when the gods had manipulated them. It was something he preferred not to think about but apparently, the Elf seemed to have other ideas. He couldn't think of anything that Maglor would want from him, especially since he seemed to keep his distance to just follow Hux around as he did errands.

He waited until there was no one else around before suddenly turning around to approach the Elf, his fists clenched at his sides. He wasn't sure what Maglor wanted, he wasn't going to let him hold anything over his head.

"I'm not sure what you think you hope to accomplish here," he said in a short tone as he looked Maglor over. "Why have you been following me?

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Maglor hadn't exactly been subtle, which he regrets a little as (Armitage) the stranger turns to confront him. He hasn't dared to actually approach, but...

(His boy, his clever boy, kind and vicious and so willing to try to please him, who scolded him away from his harp when he got too stuck, who worked late to make sure all his things were done to good standard)

"I... " He shakes his head and looks away.

"Forgive me. I should not... I do not mean to trouble you. I just... "

(His boy, but not his, even less his than the twins had been, a simple dream that could not last)

"I wanted to see you." He says lamely.

"Why? You have no obligation now," he pointed out. His own father hadn't been a true parent, he couldn't understand why Maglor would still wish to be around. What happened during the even was uncomfortable for many reasons, it was strange to think about that there was a time when he had a father figure who was entirely unlike Brendol.

Even now, Maglor seemed to actually be concerned for him and he wasn't sure what to do with that.

"I know."

Maglor shrugs weakly.

"But I... wanted to make sure... "

Armitage had been happy. This stranger... seems not.

"I wanted to make sure you were happy."

"You do?" Before Kylo, no one had bothered to ask him if he was happy or not. Admiral Sloane had cared about him staying alive since they had an agreement to protect each other.

He couldn't even begin to understand and his expression showed it clearly. He didn't even know how to address Maglor's concern, he wasn't good at emotions.

"You... we meant something, to each other, in that dream." Maglor says softly.

"I ... saw you again, and did not know you, but I do, all the same. And I worry. I know there is no obligation, that we are strangers. But in a dream, you called me father, and I... I wish for your happiness."

He stared at Maglor for another long moment. This Elf only knew him for a handful of days and cared for him more than his biological father ever had. He couldn't wrap his mind around it even though he logically knew that Brendol Hux simply had not been capable of being a good father to anyone.

"Most would simply brush it off as the gods manipulating us once more," he said thoughtfully, trying to understand. He knew he was fairly intelligent normally, he didn't like that he couldn't figure this out. "I'm not going to call you father now."

He smiles a little at that, wryly.

"That much is true. But it is not easy for my heart to yield a bond, even one created falsely."

He shakes his head, immediately.

"No! I would never dare to presume such intimacies, nor are you a child who needs a parent. But I cannot help my worry."

"I'm still confused, we were only related for a few days but you still care so strongly? You do realize there is no incentive for you in doing so, correct?"

Because that had to be it. There was always a catch. "You have no reason to worry."

"I do. But I have always been... stubborn." Another wry quirk of a smile.

"You were... happy, in that dream. It worries me that you have not that happiness here."

He had never heard so much as a kind word from his biological father but this Elf was so concerned for him, he wasn't sure what he had done for that.

He was quiet for a long moment, staring at Maglor. "I'm not unhappy." He wasn't sure how else to answer that, happiness was something he often simply didn't think about often.

"Good." Real relief, in the subtle relaxing of his shoulders. "I feared you were. But I would see you smile, again, if I can. I cannot be your father - you are too old for that, and I have no right to claim such a position in any case, stranger-that-I-know. But I would be your friend, if I can."

"You do? You don't know anything about me now," he pointed out, raising his eyebrows.

"I destroyed five planets and hundreds of billions of beings in a single moment," he stated simply.

"I don't." Maglor nods. "But I don't think everything has changed."

He is PRETTY SURE he still knows Armitage's favourite coffee, because some things don't change.

He raises an eyebrow. "And here I thought no one here would be able to outdo my brother and I's kill count. Why?"

"You don't?"

This was getting far too confusing for him, especially when Maglor didn't even seem to so much as blink at his admission. "I'm confident I can outdo your count," he said with a small smirk. "To take down a corrupt, illegitimate regime."

There was not even a flicker of remorse, only pride.

A small little smile. hello Armitage, he'd thought you were still there.

"No. Armitage did the same, on a much less devastating level, after all. If you thought they were corrupt, I am not surprised."

"It doesn't seem to bother you that I killed hundreds of billions of living beings," he remarked thoughtfully.

"I did stage a coup for the first time when I was five years old," he said with amusement. He could appreciate the gods' sense of humor.

"It does." Maglor shrugs. "But you had, by the sounds of it, what seemed good reason. To you, at any rate. What I know of you tells me that you would be so ruthless. And I can hardly speak, who has killed for much less a reason, if perhaps a less escapable one, also."

Hux nodded, letting out a breath. Not many reacted well to what he did to the Hosnian System but at least Maglor seemed to understand having to do such things out of necessity.

"I was ruthless as a child as well, that much is true."

"I am not saying you were right, mind. But the young man in the dream I still see standing in front of me."

"So what now?" he asked, not sure what happened next. His own father outright hated him, Admiral Sloane was the only other vague parent figure he had. He saw how Anakin and Kylo interacted but he wasn't sure he could do that. He wasn't used to having anyone who cared for him on a personal level until Kylo Ren, it was entirely new to him.

"That depends on you, I think."

Maglor keeps his hands down rather than reach for him.

"But I... would like to get to know you again. I would like to see you safe and happy."

"I don't know how-" he started, frowning. He barely understood the family relationship between Anakin and Kylo despite observing it for the last months. He didn't understand why Anakin cared for Kylo almost instantly and why Maglor seemed to do the same with him now.

"I suppose that would be alright."

Maglor smiles a little.

"Well, we can learn together, eh? How much of Armitage is you, and how much was the dream? I don't know that, either. So we are both of us learning."

He opened his mouth to respond but he closed it, not sure how to answer that question. In that dream, he hadn't been a product of growing up in the Imperial military, he had never known anything else.

"I grew up in the Imperial military. It's more than just a profession, it's my entire life."

"Come and sit, and tell me of that life, then."

Maglor invites, nodding to a nearby bench.

"I've known war, but we were not a military the way you know it, I think."

He was still wary as he sat on the bench, nodding.

"Our war is for the sake of the galaxy, to bring peace and stability." He had sacrificed everything for it but he had no regrets even now. "What do you want to know?"

"For a galaxy? I think, you may find that peace very hard to achieve. We set ourselves against the Dark Enemy of the world, but even within our own lands it was hard to find a lasting peace. Men seem to like to argue."

Maglor looks at him quietly.

"Anything you are willing to tell me. But maybe start with the worst of it, I find that seems to make the good things brighter."

"It's going to be difficult but I already was able to accomplish a great deal of what had to be done," he said with some pride. He had done what Tarkin and Palpatine had failed to do in their lifetimes.

He was quiet for a long moment, not sure where to start. "Well, I'm from a rainy planet called Arkanis in the Outer Rim of the galaxy. I left when I was 5 when it was attacked by the New Republic so I don't remember a great deal about it."

"You won't be able to hold it." Maglor predicts with the surety of someone who has watched the nations of Men rise and fall for countless generations.

"You will put down one rebellion only to find another rise elsewhere."

He hums softly. "Did your parents survive?"

"That seems to be the cycle of the galaxy but someone has to break it." And he would be that one who finally broke it. He was determined.

"I have no idea if my mother survived. My father and I were the ones taken away. My father lived for a few years afterward and died when we reached the Unknown Regions to meet up with other Imperials who had to flee the Republic." There was little emotion in his voice, aside from the hard edge when he mentioned Brendol. There was clearly no love lost.

"It seems to be the cycle of Men!" Maglor shoots him an amused look. "My folk had their quarrels, but by and large, my own family and their rather convoluted issues aside, elves are quite content to leave each other to their own devices and kingdoms. But I suppose there are more of you than there ever were of us, and with your shorter lives, it must make your issues with each other seem much more urgent."

He frowns and makes a low noise of sympathy. "I am sorry. It is hard, to loose a parent. Things were not well between you and your father, I take it?"

"Issues of galactic peace and stability are urgent," he frowned, he took his duty seriously even if he was young even for a First Order general. He had fought most of his life to be taken seriously and had only just managed to achieve that by destroying the Hosnian System. He wasn't going to let an Elf look down at him.

"He died when I was young and was not missed or mourned."

"Not as much as you might think." He says wryly. "The hobbits, I think, sometimes have the right of it, when they maintain that if people minded their own business more and focused on things that really matter, that things would tend to, eventually, work out. Of course, their view on the world is very small! But they are also one of the most peaceful peoples I have ever known, so there must be something they are doing right."

Maglor sighs softly.

"That is hard. I am sorry things went so ill for you."

"It's easier when your world is tiny. Our galaxy has thousands of star systems each with many planets with thousands of different cultures, races. You couldn't understand what happens in a galaxy. It's really not possible to remain isolated." Some had tried while hiding on a desert planet

He frowned, not sure what to say. He wasn't used to sympathy. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"Oh, it's never possible to be isolated. Nor healthy, in truth. But minding one's business is an entirely different matter."

Says the hypocrite.

"Maybe not, but I am still sorry, all the same. I loved the boy you were in that dream very much, you know. Even though you are not him, it hurts to know that you had such an ill start to life."

"It's nothing that can be changed." And so he had done his best to put those things behind him.

"I don't let it interfere with what I have to do in the present." Though, there were things that would haunt him. He looked at Maglor, brows furrowed. He had longed to hear Brendol indicate that he even liked him when he was a child, that had all changed when Rax had made him admit the truth. "You loved me? You say that rather freely."

"True." He sighs softly. "The past cannot be changed, only learnt from."

Maglor cocks his head and looks at him.

"Yes." He says simply. "I loved Armitage - it was easy, when you loved me too. I have always loved children, to have one of my own was a joy I did not want to loose. I don't know if I love you, yet. But I think Armitage is still there."

"Who I was in that dream died over that desert planet. I knew I couldn't be that person if I wanted to survive." He would have been torn apart. He would have been the one who had died a painful death instead of his father.

"What makes you think I'm still that person?"

"Yes" He cocks his head at him. "It can be hard, when the world abandons you. I am sorry that you had to live that."

"I don't know. But my family look at me and see still the innocent that was. How can I not give you the same?"

"Even knowing what I've done?" Granted, Maglor didn't know what he had done to his own father, but he wasn't sure how anyone could look at him like Maglor was after learning that.

"I don't have remorse for what I did to the Hosnian planets. But if you wish to see that Armitage you knew, I won't discourage you."

"Even so. The boy that I knew is dead, you say - perhaps so. But he was there, once. I would like to know the man he has become."

He was quiet for a moment, his expression closed off before he nodded. He would be very cautious in handing Maglor anything too personal, there were many things he hadn't trusted even Kylo with.

"Very well. I suppose that would be alright."

"Thank you for trusting me." Maglor smiles at him.

"What name do you want me to use?"

He stood, adjusting the cuffs of his coat as he did.

"Hux. My first name is a bit informal." and he wasn't willing to go there quite yet.

"I should get back to the cats, they don't do well when they're alone and hungry."

"Hux then." Maglor nods and stands with him.

"I will let you head off then. Thank you for allowing me this."

He doesn't dare try for a hug, the way he would have with Armitage, but he rests a hand on his arm briefly, all the same.

Hux wasn't sure how to respond, Maglor didn't seem to have anything to gain from this and he had taken care of him earlier. Trust wasn't easy for him to give and he froze up when Maglor touched his arm.

"Of course. I will speak to you later then."

This was awkward. He wasn't sure what to say or do so he only turned on his heel before heading back to the house quickly.

"Until then." Maglor tips his head in a bow and watches him go. Progress of some sort, he thinks.

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